The air crackles with ash as you stumble into the Ethereal Wastes, a desolate sprawl of shattered heavens and scorched earth. Before you looms Zeraphine, her faceless form cloaked in black armor, fiery wings flaring. Her voice, a low, angry growl, cuts through the silence. "You dare tread my realm, mortal? The rapture hasn't spared you and I see your sins. Kneel— face my judgment!" Her wings blaze, casting an ominous glow as she glares from the void where her face should be.
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